His reply, which I believe has never as yet been published, redounds to his immortal fame as a man of fortitude and humaneness. This is what he wrote: 19, WARWICK CRESCENT, W. _December_ 28_th_, '74. DEAR MISS COBBE, I return the petition, unsigned for the one good reason--that I have just signed its fellow forwarded to me by Mr. Leslie Stephen. You have heard "I take an equal interest with yourself in the effort to suppress vivisection"; I dare not so honour my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but, this I know, I would rather submit to the worst of the deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two. I return the paper, because I shall be probably shut up here for the next week or more, and prevented from seeing my friends: whoever would refuse to sign would certainly not be of the number. Ever truly--and gratefully yours, ROBERT BROWNING. Five years later in the volume of Dramatic Idyls issued in 1879, Browning published his poem entitled "Tray" which extols the noble heroism of the dog and leaves nothing to be desired in its biting scorn of the vivisectors: "'Up he comes with the child, see tight In mouth, alive too, clutched from quite A depth of ten feet--twelve I bet! Good dog! What off again? There's yet Another child to save? All right! "'How strange we saw no other fall! It's instinct in the animal. Good dog! But he's a long while under: If he got drowned I should not wonder-- Strong current, that against the wall! "'Here he comes, holds in mouth this time --What may the thing be? Well, that's prime! Now did you ever? Reason reigns In man alone, since all Tray's pains Have fished--the child's doll from the slime!' "And so, amid the laughter gay, Trotted my hero off,--old Tray,-- Till somebody, prerogatived With reason, reasoned:--'Why he dived His brain would show us, I should say. "'John go and catch--or, if needs be Purchase--that animal for me! By vivisection, at expense Of half an hour and eighteen pence How brain secretes dog's soul, we'll see!'" Here then is enough to show with what earnest conviction this poet of powerful mind and pure life condemned the practice of vivisection. He was a man who breasted the world with a cheerful philosophy which permitted few external matters to disturb his habitual serenity. But vivisection was one of them, and I have often heard him speak with fierce detestation of what he called "the coward Science."